Fighting Spirit
Uncle Ji saw Xiao Yifeng looking like a dead dog and sighed endlessly.
He truly worried that the Young Master would be swept away by hatred over something like this.
If that were truly the case, then he really would be beyond saving.
To become a powerhouse, strength was certainly important.
But even more important was one's state of mind.
If he could not even suppress his hatred and thought only of self-blame, regret, and revenge, then he would absolutely be destined never to become a powerhouse.
He could hate, he could go mad, but he could not fall into chaos.
Judging from things now, compared with the Yellow Robe Holy Lord's youngest disciple, Wang Feifan, he still fell far short.
Not to mention compared to his old master.
His old master had been screwed over so badly by that person from the Shen Family that he could not even recognize his own mother, yet he was still steady as an old dog.
Uncle Ji could guide him and persuade him, but he could not do so now.
The Treading Heaven Alliance still had a long road ahead. There would be more and more bloody battles in the future, and sacrifices would be unavoidable.
He was loyal and righteous, but one who stood at the top could not rely entirely on sentiment and loyalty.
After Xiao Yifeng grieved for a while, he rose to his feet.
He let out a heavy breath, walked to the door, and looked at Uncle Ji.
"Uncle Ji, tomorrow is that old thing from the Shen Family's birthday. Is everything ready?"
Seeing him like this, Uncle Ji also breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed the Young Master was not as fragile as he had imagined.
"Rest assured, Young Master. Everything has been